the darkness falls around me at night
"Thank you for telling me," I say quietly, not looking up right away. I mean it. That’s not a story people share lightly, and I don’t take it for granted.
I tuck the details away—Kiada, the Voice, Dygra, all of it. It’s not the kind of story that holds answers for me, and I know that the second he finishes. Still, I try not to let the weight of it pull too hard at my chest. I know better than to expect a path back where none was promised.
My dad would’ve come back if he could. That much I believe without doubt. But it’s been three years. There was no Voice whispering offers. No god waiting in the wings. Just a body gone still, a name whispered to the soil. And me, learning how to walk forward without trying to drag him with me.
Still… I don’t want to let go completely. Not yet.
"I don’t know much about Dygra," I admit, brushing snow from my sleeve, "just the pieces I’ve heard from the war. Ancient god, took up the ones the Voice left behind."
I glance over at him, hesitant, but not shy. "Have you ever heard of Mort returning someone long after they’ve been gone? Not just a soul passing through, but actually… bringing them back?"
I’m bracing for the answer already, but I ask anyway. Some questions deserve to be spoken, even if they hurt.
I tuck the details away—Kiada, the Voice, Dygra, all of it. It’s not the kind of story that holds answers for me, and I know that the second he finishes. Still, I try not to let the weight of it pull too hard at my chest. I know better than to expect a path back where none was promised.
My dad would’ve come back if he could. That much I believe without doubt. But it’s been three years. There was no Voice whispering offers. No god waiting in the wings. Just a body gone still, a name whispered to the soil. And me, learning how to walk forward without trying to drag him with me.
Still… I don’t want to let go completely. Not yet.
"I don’t know much about Dygra," I admit, brushing snow from my sleeve, "just the pieces I’ve heard from the war. Ancient god, took up the ones the Voice left behind."
I glance over at him, hesitant, but not shy. "Have you ever heard of Mort returning someone long after they’ve been gone? Not just a soul passing through, but actually… bringing them back?"
I’m bracing for the answer already, but I ask anyway. Some questions deserve to be spoken, even if they hurt.
Theea
and covers me in silence so bright
